2003-05-06 @ 11:38 p.m.

permanent mood:

All beauty must die...
I saw that blood
that fresh blood
your face
your eyes
your waiting
the persistence of expectation

like dolls
tied
walking like a penguin
asymmetrical plaits
-you look unreal
draw it hard
-you're asleep in my dreams
sink into the red
-it's a drop of blood
a last fall
-it's not winter
 it's not the end
 we're just back to the stage

like dolls
like transparent consciousness
it's unreal
you know
it's unreal